4 Policemen, 2 Ambulance officers, flashing lights…and a tearful husband.
I’m struggling, guys. I’m really struggling. I don’t feel anything apart from grief, loss, rage, confusion and a profound hurt that has sunk into the marrow of my bones and physically makes my body ache. Alun won’t believe me and if I talked to a friend about how I’m feeling, I’m so scared I’ll burden…
There’s no substitute for compassion
The latest thing out there right now is all about “manifesting” goodness, wealth, health, happiness etc into your own life. “If you believe it…you will achieve it“ Sorry, (not really) but that’s utter bullsh*t. Believing and – for the love of God – manifesting *shudder* good things can only get you so far. I think…
1 foot in the past and 1 in the future
With my feet in different directions – I CAN’T MOVE FORWARD. That’s one of the really tough downfalls of having both depression and anxiety running through my mind at the same time. I’m either depressed and dwelling on the past or really anxious about the future. I’m deeply hurt and battered from the fight with…